The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-01-16

of loving, grieving herrt, filled with
tull conviction of the truths he uttered
he put before Martin the picture of b IS
life as 1t seemed in his eyes. He spoke
OF broken VOWS, of sacrilegious escape
from his fathers house to feast with
harlots, and to eat huskS with the swine,
and ended in fervent tones imploring
him to arise and return and be forgiven.
Martin Schultz sat silent and troubled.
He had gone through this all before.
but only with himself; and when the
self-same reproaches were uttered by
voice which he had of old loved and
revered, they struck him with ten-fold
force.
Again he said Return is impos-
sible. I'have to think not only of my
self; but of my wife and children"
Nay" said Father Joseph, "hear
what the Church says: He who does
not hate father and mother, and more,
even his own soul, can not be my dis
ciple.' My son. my dear son, think of
my words, and give me in my old age
the inestlmable joy of knowing you
brought home to the flock"
He rose and blessed him where he
sat, and turned away, the tall, bent
figure passing slowly on under the
ohoNOhJ mhllC al I'LL
behind, torn by Thousand conflicting
| emotions. Had it come TO this, that be
was so weak that the first authorize
tive words should make him doubt,
should upset in one moment the peace
and happiness of these past ten years2
| But had it been peace2 His conscience
roseu against him and accused him
of stif1ed misgivings, of deliberate
putting away of thought upon the
matter; and then his heart bled within
| him, as the picture came before him of
what it would mean if he should indeed
be brought to feel that he was, as Father
Joseph said, living in deadly sin. The
husbands and the fathers love re-
volted at the thought. He had vowed
to love and cherish-aye, but other
VOWS had first been uttered. Chaos
| seemed TO have opened before him, and
no voice said, LET there be light"
So the days came and went. and Nina
Stein went on with her "Kur," and
chatted and compared symptoms with
the other ladies, and occasionally joked
her husband about his sudden fancy for
Father Joseph, little dreaming OF the
misery which was rapidly making
his life a burden to him. For,
alas for him he could not bring him
self to confide his trouble to his wife,
who with many whims was after all a
sensible little woman, and who would at
once have appealed to Mr.. Bower to
come and draw him out of this morbid
state. Daily Father Joseph, with loving
prayers and every argument and assur-
aDce, urged him to east aside his sin,
and daily the battle ragged more fercely
in his soul. The very knowledge that
on the one side stood happiness, and
the other a lifelong penance, told
against him. Like many another poor
perplexed mortal, it seemed to him that
the hard way must be the right one
and so from day to day he grew less
able to stand against the priests per
STATIONS, and at last the end came.
Nina Stein lay in bed but half awake,
listening to the Kursaal band, which
was enlivening with somewhat discord-
ant sounds the early morning walk of
the patients undergoing their daily
portion of water. The musicians were
playing a selection of German Volk-
slieder, and in her half-drowsy state
Nina had been following them in her
mind through the words of many q
we'll known song, when she was reused
from her slumbers by her husband
coming to her bedside.
do not wait breakfast for me, dear
est" he said, Il shall not be in" And
then he saw she was equipped for walk
ing.
Where are you off TO so early ?" she
asked him, smiling up at him as he
stood looking gIaVely down upon her.
"Over the hills he said.
Over the hills and lar away 2"
n CinHa6 onA
effort at cheerfuiness: Very far away.
Good-by, Nina, mine; God bless thee,
my hearts delight"
He kissed her once and again, and
was gone. the sound of his footsteps
with the notes of the band,
which, as she listened, broke into the
well-known refrain:
War ST du bel mir, war ich be; der, we ich
bald wolfe sein,
lea sass NIGHT hier. du sass NIGHT dOrt, so
Mu5terseelen ALIEN.
Nina Stein never saw her husband |
again.
When the day went by and he still !
had not returned, she began to get |
anxious; and when night fell, she was
almost frantic in her helplessness. She |
pictured him lying on one of those
onely nils, perhaps with 6 broken
limb, waiting for help; and wrung her
hands in agony. Next morning search
,rs went out far and wide and sought
or him IN vain. No trace of Martin
Stein was ever found.
Roger Bower, on hearing the news,
,ame at once to the help of the poor
,ouEg widow; and when at last she
vas convinced that her married life
vas ended, he took her home to her Or
,haned children.
PART Nv.
The healing hand of time had been
aid for some years on Nina STEMS
round; her children were growing up
o be comfort to her, and wrapped
p in them and their welfare, she had
egained her natural cheerfulnes.
'owyer, who had married shortly after ,
is friend, was still at the head Of his
chool, and still yearly with his wife
0ok his summer holidays abroad.
Once it so CHANGED that they turned
heir steps to Brittany, and wandering
-om one old town to another, found 7
themselves at Soligny-la-Trappe, lit :
e village which has nothing 10 attract !
ne traveller beyond its neighbofhood h